So goes the story here......."Rules are rules" ,..especially in MY HOUSE. Why am I saying that? Well lets start off with one rule I have in my house.
1.If you mess it up, clean it up
2. Keep your clothes picked up in your room.
3. No phone calls after midnite in the summer, 9pm during the school year.
4. No internet after 9pm and you only get one hour of that
5. Take out the trash daily
6. No boys calling my house for you and you not talking to them until you are sixteen and for KJ you don't talk to girls on the phone until YOU are sixteen.
Sounds easy enough right? Not a lot of rules because I'm home working all the time not like you can get into a lot right under your mother's nose.
In terms of going out and hanging with friends, I'm the one in the city that does all the events for the kids. Like parties and other fun things so guess what?...I'm always in your face.
So why do you feel the need to break a rule when you really for all truths sake got it easier than most kids?
You party with your friends at these events I throw, you make money helping me market and promote...you get the picture.
Which one did it? Who is the culprit?
I found out that my fourteen year old was talking to a seventeen year old boy on the phone named Andre'. I was cool I got on the phone and told him she was not allowed to chat with boys on the phone. He sucked his teeth in disbelief but said, "Yes Maa'm" and hung up the phone.
She begged, cried and told me I didn't understand. Oh no? I don't understand? By all accounts you have the coolest mom in the A state right now who plans events for you and your classmates. You get to go to Drill Team Camp, you get to make money online and off, you have your own computer, I let you buy your own clothes, you get your hair done, you have sleep overs with your cousins and classmates, shall I go on? Not only that but I am still thinking of ways to teach you how to get your own paper (money) and still have fun.
I can't be that bad because she got up this morning and I pulled out the tshirt press for her so she could make a tshirt for that last day of drill team camp. And pressed the doggone shirt for her! Then turned around and took her to camp and gave her money for lunch and for the new football shirt they have to have. MMmmmmmmm - All while I am angry because she disobeyed me and then flat out lied to me when I asked who she was talking to. And I STILL got up and did all of that for her.
So I called her Dad and explained the situation and he agreed. He stated that he will be sure to call her and give her a new set of rules. (along with the secret that he will be in town soon....good)
So my question to the audience at large is this.......am I being too hard, un realistic or what or is it "what i say goes cause i'm the mamma?"
Holla at me on this one give me your thoughts.....
mamma
